Plantation Echoes: A Collection of Original Negro Dialect Poems by Elliott Blaine Henderson - HTML preview

BRER POSSUM DECLINES.

Way in de tree

Sots ol’ Bruddah Possum!

Hey, dah; I see yo’

Bruddah Possum, hine de blossom!

Yo’ needn’ ac’ so timid,

Ner yo’ needen’ ac’ so shy,

Dey’s beddah, closeah frenship

Fo’ er possum, closeah nigh!

Hey, dah, Bruddah Possum,

Yo’ ac’in’ moighty ’trary;

Saunter down er minute!

Now, yo’ needen’ hab no worry,

Ner pusnul tooberayshuns.

An’ de sich, de lak er dat!

Cum down, yo’ needen’ boddah

What de bawkin’ dogs er at!

Look hyeah, Bruddah Possum,

Bleeb yo’ feelin’ kine o’ skeery!

Gittin’ tiad er coaxin’,

Makes me feel er little dreary!

Doan’ lak so much beggin’,

Ner I doan’ lak so much pleadin’,

’Speshly to mah mine,

When dey’s not er bit o’ needin’.

Hey, dah, Bruddah Possum,

Yo’ jes’ lak ol’ Bruddah Satan!

Think de odds er gin yo’,

An’ yo’ keep er fellah waitin’.

Well, it doesn’t mattah,

Ef yo’ ’sist on me er climein’,

Hol’ yo’ bref er minute!

’Kase hyeah cums up

Bruddah Highmen!